http://slow.writerscafe.org/wordesmythe The original writings of author Joel M Frye en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006261 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 there is a vast peacein the respiteof disease;aware both ofinfinite timeand finite life,giving notice towhat endures,what passes.each moment hangsglowing inthe sunset of eternity,perfect,ripe and juicyas the strawberrygrowingfrom the cliff.tiger of living above,chasm of death below,hanging by a&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1714373/ Another in a series of stories in the style of A Story of Ice and Fire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1697973/ Karyl Unleashed The raven arrived justbefore dinner to Free Range Keep. Maester Markron hesitated after heread the message; Lord Karyl placed a high value upon his dinner timewith his family, and little else was considered more important. Amoment passed, and the maester headed down t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1697971/ the simple knowledge thatyou arewill nourishthe stony soulwhereinmy hearttakes tenuousroot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1674822/ I once worked the signat the intersectionof Facebook and HelloPoetry.All those years whensecure in my job,flush with cash,I'd not meet the eyesof those who muttered"thank you, sir"on those rare occasionswhen a crumpled dollarfell from my hand into theirs.So I now tell on myselfto bleed the shamefrom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1665352/ While I still breathe, I write to save my lifein compact form; mistakes, the lessons learned,triumphant days and nights of needless strifebrought on by willful dreams and bridges burned.One day too soon, a final page will turn,the book will close. My fine and fragile chainto life will break. &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1665350/ A story written in the style of George R.R. Martin, commissioned for a player of the Game of Thrones - Ascent. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1665344/ NaPoWriMo day 14. An imaginary conversation between a master and an obscure to be sure online poet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1514967/ NaPoWriMo day 10...an abecedarian poem. Haven't felt this much like a contortionist since I wrote an acrostic. ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1513313/ Some years ago, I begged for firmament,a lasting place of honor in your skies.As days of disappointment came and went,I learned forever's promises are lies.Still fighting finite life, impermanence,this chunk of astral rock would never learntime's atmosphere is entered only once,and we glow, white an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1512476/ NaPoWriMo day 9...a visual poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1512474/ NaPoWriMo day 6...a Monday aubade. Nobody said I couldn't write a villanelle. ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1510373/ NaPoWriMo day 4 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1509377/ Day 1 of NaPoWriMo challenge. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1508935/ officially Day Two of NaPoWriMo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1508934/ NaPoWriMo day 3. A fourteener triolet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1508931/ open swinging dooroscillates gently in spring'swarm and moist respirationshyacinth's odorwafting in through the screen dooron reminiscence of you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1504984/ Your receding stepsecho upon my foreheadlike dripping torture.Drops of memoriespatter down gently, wet yourunused pillowcase.A gulf of unsaidendearments erode the shore ofcommon happiness.Silence, like water,a universal solvent:breaking down years ofbonds which held us together,watching love spiral .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1504875/ why a poet?because a poethears the wordswhich sing thepurest harmoniesbecause a poetpaints their portraitsin pastelsof phrasesbecause a poetdances their agoniesinto leaps of faithand pirouettesof passionbecause a poetseesthe beautyin the commonplaceand capturesthe momentin a snapshotof ink and white.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1503119/ Your words slink aroundmy legs, purr insistently,nuzzle at my hand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1502659/ My problems reducedto lengthened days, shortened breath,what to feed grandkids. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1502658/ Some people areinsightful; many othersmerely inciteful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1502572/ We lust to defilethe same wily wanton museof words, you and I.There's no jealousy involved;she'll take us all in at once. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1499351/ Ghosts©1984 Joel M. FryeThere are ghosts upon the platformStanding cold and still and pale,There are ghosts upon the platformWaiting by that long-gone rail.A woman on a suitcase,The porter in mid-stride;Two kids, an old man watchingFor that train they'll never ride.“Hey, Grampa, where's o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1498548/ I am cradled bythe very thought of your thoughts;our shared humanity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1497493/ Oriental poemswhet my muse's appetites;true amuse bouchés. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1496587/ An online poetrails about encroachment ofsocial media. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1496585/ We're both aware that I'll be first to go,but don't think for a minute that I'm donewith life and time.  Although end game's begunthere's too much left, too many things to showthe daughters, sons, the grandchildren, and you.The few uncurdled dreams we still might graspand reach, the promis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1495842/ You were never muchfor the soft wordor sentimental touch.God alone knowshow you survivedthose early years,the unwanted handsof the man whoshould have fought offthe boys who wouldmaul you that waymany years later.The elders blamedyou, a three year oldchild, a seductress;sent you and yourolder sister .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1494899/ I've known you only as a quiet child.So many years in passing spoke your name,And hearing it would bring a fleeting smile.I've known you only as a quiet child.You're now a wife, a mother; all this whileIt took for me to stake a father's claim.I've known you only as a quiet child;So many years in pas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1494898/ softly carvedstatueshadowedbas-relief on thesheetssubmergedstaringsunderedstiff as stonespasmedsoliloquy ofsqueals and sighssublimation ofsoul to steamslinkingsinuously down mysternumseeking... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1494897/ The rumbling cat circles the chair,wondering what wakes meat this hour. A reassuring strokeor two between lines,and she puddles besidein tail-wrapped satisfaction.Heir to a hundred insignificant sufferingswhich scurry and gnawat the underpinnings of slumber,half-awake and fumbling for gratitude,I ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1494050/ Two blots on the bar,and double-sixesmy only hopeon an otherwiseclosed board.The back gamehas become end game,and I've doubledand re-doubledso the last few rollsmean too much.I must run forthe home board.No time left toleave any more blotsuncovered,and the game isno longer mineto win.All I askis eno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1493999/ gently            coaxthe visionfrom          the ethernurture              the swellingof the shamewith a warmcompress&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1493998/ Every poet ataxidermist, preservingtheir beings with words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1493997/ They think they got all of it.Now that energy is returningand anemia abating,I still know that all is well.All...is well.Whether they got it all...or not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1217341/ Just because the painis manageable doesn'tmean I'm fully healed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1202174/ "Desiderata" has been a guiding light for me for many years. The times I've fumbled in the dark have been when shunning its light. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1174436/ Charles Ives (1874 - 1954), considered the first true American voice in classical music, creator of the tone cluster...and as an insurance agent, of the concept of estate planning. A personal hero. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1169299/ Ever since the first mention of cancer, the single returning motif has been, "It will be all right. It already is." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1165897/ "He who has opened the door before him has a good portion of the journey behind him." - Source unknown. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1165366/ woken by hunger;a void, vacuum leaking tearsseeking fulfillment.not enough words in the worldor beyond that would sufficethe aftermath ofoverload, a mother-lodeof familiarmines ever so preciselyplaced, set, hair-triggered, waitingalmost beautifulwhen wrong-footed unwaryquestions detonatelovely plume.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1148771/ I know not what you need most; you really don't know my needs. General thoughts of well-being and healing spirit are always most happily accepted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1148769/ Seems ironic thatpoets must type one word toprove our humanity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1148755/ The rumbling cat circles the chair,wondering what wakes meat this hour. A reassuring strokeor two between lines,and she puddles besidein tail-wrapped satisfaction.Heir to a hundred insignificant sufferingswhich scurry and gnawat the underpinnings of sleep,half-awake and fumbling for gratitude,I choo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1148753/ I'll be back when Ihave a greater dream than tolive another day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1136971/ Must be traditionto lose one's head yesterday;St. Valentine did. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1126381/ This is a poetic response to another poet on another site, but occurred to me that 'tis apropos for a friend of mine here. What heat doesn't vaporize us, strengthens. Hang in there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1114312/ perhaps               i'm simply aselfish           old                 cusswho didn't wantto have&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1112464/ My body heals,and yanks my soulby the hairinto awareness.Dissolution ofillusions, solutionsappear, mannafor immediateconsumption,not to be heldor hoarded.What once wasintegrity dis-integrated,transmutespotentialinto kineticenergy.Doing and Beingcoexistsynergistically,provided thatBeing lovesand lead.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wordesmythe/1104978/